Broken down and black and blue
Life might be a fucker
But at least I'm not with you
Picking scabs that never heal
If I stitch my lips
Would my words
Still be revealed?
Can I be your little pawn?
Love is best served cold
When the passion is gone
Never giving up on you
Until I make the pigments
Of your face turn all blue
Never did I think that I'd
Take these hands
To your throat
With these awful plans
Caution, caution
Of you affect
Turning you blue
And breaking your neck

There's a little palace
On the top of hill
Where the cold rain's come
And a princess was killed
Deep inside her dreams
Is where she will rest
But underneath a pillow
Is where she fits best

Tell me something that is true
Life might be a joke
But the last laugh is on you
Open up the bleeding wound
Sometimes I just wish
I had died inside the womb
Can you make me
One more promise
You are like the feeling
When I feel like I should vomit
Never giving up on you
Until I make the pigments
Of your face turn all blue
Never did I think that I'd
Take these hands
To your throat
With these awful plans
Caution, caution
Of you affect
Turning you blue
And breaking your neck

The cops on the scene
Said it looked like suicide
Judging from the pills
And a box of pesticide
Sorry ma'am
Your daughter is dead
Her mother went home
And put a bullet in her head